The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Nora is staying here as a housemaid since Jake’s going to be here at least once a week and Mathews is training the new security to be positioned here since we’ll be taking him to the new house; their choice of course, always so loyal to Jake.

Jefferson will be keeping on driving Jake around when he’s here and Mathews will be spending time chauffeuring and protecting me in the Hamptons, as well as training the new security staff at the house. Jake has kept on the previous owner’s house staff and once we’re moved in, they’re all coming back to work as they did before. Jake has this all effortlessly organized and everything smoothly in place.

I admit the thought of cooks and cleaners and chauffeurs is no longer something I balk at; a life looking after my child without the stress that most mothers endure sounds like heaven to me. I know how lucky I am not to have to worry about mundane house tasks or troubles with money. I am finally accepting it all, seeing it as a perk of loving the most amazing man in the world; another gift he’s effortlessly giving me in this fairy-tale life.

I’ll have the Carrero family nearby to support me, including Sylvana and her amazing cooking skills; Sophie, and Leila when she comes home to visit. Giovanni in his own little way. Daniel … and Arrick when he’s around too. All people as important to me as Jake, infiltrated into my life. Not to mention all the staff bending to help me at every beck and call. This move is the best way to start a new life with the perfect man of my dreams. I finally convinced myself daily that this isn’t a dream I’ll one day wake up from.

The one person I’ll miss more than most when I leave is Sarah, but she’s promised to head our way at least once a month for God-motherly visits and girly catch ups, so I’m sure everything will work out perfectly.

Jake appears at the door and visually scans me. He comes over and smooths his hands down me appreciatively, my little bump barely on show, yet somehow the dress draws attention to it because of the way the high waistline kicks out as it reaches the top of my bump.

“You changed your mind?” He rubs his nose against mine, affectionally, and I shake my head.

“No, just thinking about how much I’ll miss this place when we leave.” I look around the open sitting room and stark modern décor, realizing that it’s everything Jake used to be the epitome of bachelor pad. Jake looks around and shrugs.

“I guess. Been here a while, bambino.” He pulls me into his arms, turning me to spoon him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and rests his head on mine as he looks at the four walls around us. “If these walls could talk.” that dirty laugh pulls a frown from me and I elbow him in the stomach; my green-eyed monster peeking through. “They would only say that I’ve had some seriously amazing sex with one feisty little PA.” He quickly replies and chuckles when I shove him again. There’s no way I’m letting him ruin my beautiful moment of reflection and sentiment with his prissy wild ways and past seductions of other women.

“That’s all they need to say.” I warn with a half-smile, bursting into full-on giggles when he spins me around under his arm, planting a big sloppy kiss on me.

“That’s all that matters, sexy.” He smacks my butt again and pulls me with him, tugging me playfully. “Come on this is a long ass painful drive so we’d better get going.”

I follow and grin widely at his sexy ass and broad set of shoulders.

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radio and talking about everything and nothing, Jake has me giggling for more than half of the journey. It’s like a huge heavy darkness has lifted from us and we’re back to being who we used to be when I was his very close friend and Personal Assistant. Although, back then, we didn’t stop the car a million times to fumble in the back seat and get half naked like we

up his pants with a smug look on his face. I surprised him with a false nap in his lap with a naughty twist, something I’ve been bravely improving on, returning the pleasure that he so freely gives me … many times over. I know it had to be good when he

deserved a little reward.” He sits back in

when tadpole comes.” He twists in his seat to check his blind spot before pulling us back into traffic and my body heats up at his muscular frame and strong neck. He has a profile that

as he turns to me, eyes running wide over my face with one of his amazing swoony smirks. I’m sure

Hmmm. Swoon.

voice and charm should be illegal. He has no idea of the effect he has on the hearts of the female population. Yes, he’s good-looking and I know he used to use that trait many times to his advantage, but

me like that and we’ll never get to Chicago. You make me want to find a motel, fast.” He winks at me as his eyes roam my face, it makes me wonder exactly how much ogling I’ve been doing. I giggle

so sexy. It’s ruining my calm.” I moan as his fingers trail up my thigh lightly to under the hem of my dress, sliding into my inner

distracting, and I’m surprised that he’s hard so quickly for me; given the reason we stopped the car a few minutes ago. I push his hand away as it gets seductively higher and shove his

in a bid to calm my devouring need. He is right though, if we keep this up, we’re never going to get to Chicago. The conclusion to the Marissa debacle has sent our hormones on

thighs, it’s all I think about, whether you’re beside me or not.” He winks my way and it increases the heat in my lower pelvis more so, making me squirm. “I was serious about getting you on the road.” Jake flickers a look at me, both hands on the wheel, as an eye roll takes me over, instantly calming my fire. He’s been on me to

a finger into his cute boy dimple on his face and he catches my finger,

career and something more than just me and babies.”

figured being the overbearing man you sometimes can be that you’d be happy for me to laze around being served and kept.” I watch as his handsome profile

it made you happy, but I know it won’t.” He answers diplomatically and we both know if

feels longer because of the constant stopping and naughtiness on the journey so far. I stretch out and run a hand over my stomach absent-mindedly, a mannerism

is pulling a few strings for you, gathering

by maybe seeing a counselor yourself … and talking through the past?” He tenses as the words come out a little delicately. I know he’s waiting for my overreaction or

an icy and